balanced on a twig—
two blue dragonflies and
all that space between them
*
the story, calloused
and gnarled, inside it
red leaping blood
*
picking up the moon
like a telephone to dial
your number, of course
*
contemplating
dessert for
the Armageddon
*
opening a can
of worms to find
rose petals
interesting buffet you’ve laid out for us, R.
“all that space between them” you’ve used this before, right? it’s ringing familiar. this notion of rubbing elbows, “yet you’re/so far away…” i also like that the space between them is also balanced on that twig.
the more I reread these, the deeper i find myself going.
looks like it’s an all-you-can-eat buffet.
delish.
The middle one is my favorite, and isn’t that strange, being it’s called In the Middle of It! Such a lovely image for the moon. And that proverbial can of worms, ah, coming up roses.